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Random First Lines:Day 5 of my Christmas Challenge. Sorry it was a bit late and that it is a bit short. Booksie had something go wrong with my account and I only got... » Read
A different style of writing; just experimenting
Short Story | Updated Nov 18, 2013 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This poem is 4 lines and is about my sweater.
Poetry | Updated Nov 10, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
This was a descriptive scene which we were supposed to write.
By Avery Dorres
âI just can't imagine life without you, not here, not ever.âž
What if it wasn't destiny. What if you weren't destined. What if destiny had made a mistake.
It was at winter where they'd met. The dim lights were barely lighting up the cobbled pavements and the cafeteria was filled with...
Book | Updated Oct 13, 2013 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
About the line between reality and fantasy.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about someone that I have been with for a couple years.
This is a poem I wrote about the many blessings the sun gives us in the summer and the meaning it has in each of our lives. I hope you enjoy!
Chase me to china Jupiter return/
12 years since my last domicile
all the while I Am
Blended tempered Embers warm and blazing like Last Thursdays
fire place- remembered and ending Full Moons and saints rendered and sent
thrusted through the Gluttony of self as Chiron unearthed from a shelf...
Two teens a boy named Ryu and a girl named Bell both try to commit suicide, but something odd happens instead that may make them rethink suicide.
..Christmas Day, bottom of the glass, 7 a.m.
A Door slams closed!
Cupidsâ€™ arrow and futures apparent promise follows yesterdays wish.
China doll dishes; shards of corning ware;
Remnants of the â€œbetter plans of Mice and Menâ€,
A warm oven, and cold Turkey,
Open envelopes, past...
"The Sea boiled, the Wine turned sour, Dogs grew mad, and all other creatures became languid; causing to man, among other diseases, burning fevers, hysterics, and phrensies." John Brady, Clavis Calendaria, 1812. A young man and his friends take a fateful trip to go to visit his uncle in...
Poetry | Updated May 15, 2013 | Reads: 45 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Maximum Red
i dont know if i like this poem but posting it can do no harm
The feeling of the sun so warmly on your skin, so warm on your face, you close your eyes yet things are more beautiful.